Ballerinas upon Sunset pier

Upon a Sunset pier

there Is a Sweet company 

Of Exquisite ballerinas

The Sun Is a Tangerine spotlight

That walzes

upon the wanderlust kisses

Of waves to Caress their graceful Beauty

A Swanlike ballerina Is In Exotic repose

En pointe

The wisps of Illuminated clouds

Are Reflective as wings

While the kind warm crescendos

of her arms and dancer legs

Salsas Fluidly as the honey

of the Sunkissed waves

And even the Golden silence

Seems to casually and elegantly sing

Its Unique Jazz

Sailboats are moored by the dock

Still as diamonds and dreaming stars

The supreme majesty of lake

A Surreal mirror of Sky maples and pines

All around them the waves

Caress with sighs

And Serenities velvet Is felt WithIn

With their tonic and gin

In their Iris tutus of black and white

The bohemian ballerinas

Side by side gaze withIn gaze

The Colors and hues

Of their Love seems to vibrantly glide

Like the Seagulls wings that dance

With the Romance of the Sunset lake

And Even their Heavenly Silhouettes

Are Pretty and fine as Rose petals

Segue of Evening

And the Calm Lull of Sunflowers

The Evening moon Shall waltz

With Its Vineyard of stars Sweet enough

And The Ballerinas exotic beauty remains

Surreal like reveries

On the point 

Of hips and gaze

With every kiss that sparkles

like champagne

Caress of Stars tenderly ablaze

Reynaldo Casison